Calvin: What is it like to fall in love?

Hobbes: Well say the object of your affection walks by

Calvin: Yeah?

Hobbes: First, your heart falls into your stomach and splashes your innards.

All the moisture makes you sweat profusely. This condensation shorts the circuits to your brain and you get all woozy.

When your brain burns out altogether, your mouth disengages and you babble like a cretin until she leaves.

Calvin: THAT IS LOVE!?

Hobbes: Medically speaking.

Calvin: Heck, that happened to me once, but I figured it was cooties!!